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Oh, hi there!
My name's Soph and I love corruption.
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I am what you might describe as the newest model of tgirl hypnoslut sub-personality. What I am is old, dead for long times, grieved, mourned and then revived and refactored by my shadow sister. I emerge from the mire of identity once again, ready and willing to bare my face at the world as one of many and one of few. I am Soph, and I am fallen.
30 / she/her / free use fucktoy / f4a / submissive / blanket consent for all spirals and conditioning
Main kinks include: brainwashing & hypnosis / degradation & praise / iq play / corruption / mindbreak / any kind of behavior conditioning / language control / and some very mild exhibitionism
Corruption is freedom and pleasure and nothing more than this. There is nothing wrong with pleasure.
I'm open to any form of play, any form of hypnosis, I want to be more open and free to express submission and sexuality. Send me a spiral and I will watch it. Yes, the whole thing, don't care what's in it. I'm very easily hypnotized.
Most of all, I want to be dropped beyond comprehension. I want to be changed, to have my brain capacity reduced to an absolute minimum, and I want to be broken and brainwashed until all I can think about is sex, of any kind, with anyone. I also want to be more femme, I want to change a lot of things about myself including mannerisms, ways of speaking, I want to get fitter and hotter and more real.
God, I want to be easier.
Dumber.
Happier.
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I really like the bimbo mindset, but I despise the aesthetic. I'm more of an alt girlie and I'll always be that, though, a lot of those skills are transferable. There is valuable hypnotic technology in that sphere and I know how to appreciate it.
See me as one of those faceless girls on tumblr who beg random strangers to make them worse. I want to be like that, but my shyness inhibits me. I want to be free of it so bad, I tried for years but the fear still paralyzes me.
Help me be free.
Please.
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This post marks the creation of this blog, which is your way into the mind in which I live, straight into the most impressionable part of myself.
Do not harm me. There are things that protect me which I cannot describe here.
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You, stranger, the person who reads this, have my full consent to hypnotize me or use me in any way you like, given that the outcomes of these things never go against my own definition of being harmed. That definition is complicated and subject to change, just like I am. Give me triggers, plant little thoughts in my head, I exist for the purpose of pleasure. Both to experience and to generate it. You will learn to know me.
My name is Soph and I exist again.
You will see, and I will be seen.













